Buzzing in love (ON HOLD)

Chapter 2

◆ Donna◆

Apparently Google didn't know the answer to my latest question.

"How to remove a vibrator from your vagina."

Or maybe no one has been dumb enough to get one stuck in there...

By now I'm sitting on my couch with tears in my eyes and the FBI must be laughing their pants off whilst looking at my online history. It doesn't matter what I do or try, the vibrator stays stuck inside me and I've vowed that the next one will have a remote.

It's almost 2am and I refuse to spend the night with vibrations surging through my body. Desperation made me nearly call Lily but since she'll be asleep at this ungodly hour I decided against it and put my phone away.

I feel another spurt of heat coiling in my stomach and I let out a choked groan, my inner walls are too sensitive and it begins to hurt. My eyes go to my phone once again and I grit my teeth at the uncomfortable feeling. Fuck it.

Dialing the first number that pops into my head I hear it ringing a couple times before someone finally answers.

''St Bartholomew's Hospital—Emergency Department how may I help you?''

Here goes nothing.

''Hello, I've had an... accident.'' Nervously fumbling with the edge of my blanket it press the phone harder against my ear. Subconsciously I still feel the buzzing go through my body and I need to suppress another groan.

''Are you still there Miss?'' Oh right, the Emergency Department.

''Yes, yes I'm still here.''

''Can I ask what kind of accident you've been in?''

No, you cannot. I nibble on my bottom-lip, too embarrassed to explain the sticky situation I'm in.

''Er, I would prefer to discuss this with a doctor.'' I say quietly. The receptionist from St Bartholomew's Hospital let's out a annoyed sigh.

''I need to know what the emergency is otherwise I'll not be able to check for you if there's a doctor on the clock with that specific expertise.''

Well, that sucks... I can either hang up the phone and suffer all night or I can tell a woman I've never met— and never will meet— my embarrassing accident. For a second I move my phone away from my ear and my finger hovers over the hang-up button. Am I really going to spend the night with a vibrator stuck in my lower region? Taking a deep breath I bring my phone back to my ear.

''Well you see, there's something stuck inside me, inside my private parts to be exact.''

The silence that follows has me nearly regretting my decision on ever telling her. I hear the receptionist clear her throat followed by the sound of hurried fingers typing away on a computer keyboard. I shift on the couch and with every movement I make the vibrator touches the sensitive walls inside me. Through the phone I can still hear the ticking of long nails on the plastic surface, isn't that woman done yet?

As on cue the receptionist clears her throat again. ''How soon will you be able to come in for an appointment?''

I have to swallow the lump forming in my throat before speaking. ''Right now.''

For a moment all I hear is more typing before she speaks again. ''I need your name and date of birth.''

''Donna Monetti, I am born on October 10th, 1993.'' I say matter-of-factly.

''You're scheduled with Dr Macintosh in thirty minutes from now. Goodnight Miss Monetti.''

After I bid the receptionist goodnight I toss my phone beside me on the couch, with a long sigh I stand and I wobble to my bedroom looking for loose and stainless sweatpants. After finally finding some at the bottom of my wardrobe I put them on and a groan leaves my lips, bending over or sitting makes the feeling even more uncomfortable. That's why at 2am in the morning I'm standing in my bedroom in my oversized blue hoodie, grey sweatpants and on my feet a pair of black loafers— since I'd decided that bending over once was more than enough.